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NATURAL POWER

MNN. Sept. 14, 2017. Our family is the plants, earth, all animals, waters and everything in the air. We the people cannot kill or even hurt any of them. We must avoid and try to stop everything that kills all true natural life.

CLEARCUTTING ALL TREES IN AN AREA CAUSES RAIN TO WASH AWAY ALL NATURAL LIFE. LAND BECOMES BARREN.

In the beginning we tried to adopt the invaders to live like us. They could not as they brought nets, traps and poisons to kill all life on turtle island.

To the colonists we are like the dust. Our spirit can’t be camouflaged or captured. We appear out of the dust and they watch us but they don’t see us. Then we disappear and go back to our family.

Creation placed us within our own territory. The invaders have made up false stories about us and turned them into fairy tales.

The people, animals and landscape are inseparable. All follow the rolling clouds. We carry our real stories within us.

To survive we send out our children. They go back and forth in a frequency that no one can hear but us.

The immigrants who occupy their cells watch us through their bars, constantly trying to lure us into their prisons. We go close to them, watch them and go back to our world. Our natural power is creation itself.

NO ONE BELONGS IN CAGES.

We send messages to the unnatural to help them remove the bars from around their pen. We tug at their ropes.

To survive and avoid the wrath of the unnatural occupiers, we melt away and reappear. They put up cement and marble statues to remind themselves of their lies about them and us.

SURPRISE!

We assess situations constantly to see they adhere to the natural power. Some of us mimic them. Most are not poisoned. We question everything. Our minds will never have the minds of the unnatural which is akin to the mind of a sheep.

We will survive as part of our true natural family. The modern artificial world continues to try to kill our ancient ways. They make wilful strikes against us. We live on our territories. We roam it. Our relations, the winged ones, four legged, the trees, the plants, all depend on us to follow our original instruction. We are to survive and coexist on mother earth as brothers and sisters.

We keep coming back to remind ourselves that we want no part of their greed and viciousness.

Johnny Cash sings: “What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way.”